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PEOPLE THE SILVER Ponds if you were there throw pics or text me! 180 km from Moscow? and got a better answer
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the time for mass celebrations, New Year's Eve and May Day are far away, But in the holiday season between seasons We won't be lulled Into melancholy and sloth. We wake up today, it's Tatiana's Day. Tatiana's Day - what a holiday, And not just for Tatianas. Even if it is not famous for festivities, Even if it makes people not drunk, Even if there are no parties and salutes, No parades, and no processions. But the institutes, and also the university, are celebrating. Tatiana, the one whose name-day is on the rise, This morning she came out early From her courtyard in Chernilov, And on the way to work In the cab of an old car You wished it were Saturday, But it's not Saturday, No reason to stay home. And when you got to work in the cab of your old car, You wished it was Saturday, No reason for you to stay home. Around you, Semyon Petrovich and Anton, breezing by, phone calls and faxes and office fuss as usual. At noon, you'll announce the exchange rate of the ruble and the dollar. You run your errands and smile at the crowd, Waiting for the right moment to get ready to leave. Music and supper at home, Moonlit strolls in the woods, That's all you need, you're happy as you are.
the time for mass celebrations, New Year's Eve and May Day are far away, But in the holiday season between seasons We won't be lulled Into melancholy and sloth. We wake up today, it's Tatiana's Day. Tatiana's Day - what a holiday, And not just for Tatianas. Even if it is not famous for festivities, Even if it makes people not drunk, Even if there are no parties and salutes, No parades, and no processions. But the institutes, and also the university, are celebrating. Tatiana, the one whose name-day is on the rise, This morning she came out early From her courtyard in Chernilov, And on the way to work In the cab of an old car You wished it were Saturday, But it's not Saturday, No reason to stay home. And when you got to work in the cab of your old car, You wished it was Saturday, No reason for you to stay home. Around you, Semyon Petrovich and Anton, breezing by, phone calls and faxes and office fuss as usual. At noon, you'll announce the exchange rate of the ruble and the dollar. You run your errands and smile at the crowd, Waiting for the right moment to get ready to leave. Music and supper at home, Moonlit strolls in the woods, That's all you need, you're happy as you are.
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I spent my childhood there. The pictures are old and not digitized.
I spent my childhood there. The pictures are old and not digitized.